Although he felt a bit guilty, Charles wasn't planning to hide anything—Anna was his wife, and that wasn't going to change. No matter what happened next, he would face it all openly.
Faced with Charles's candor, Elizabeth didn't show any anger at being betrayed. Instead, she let out a sigh of relief.
She tucked a few silver strands behind her ear. "That's good. Since you said it straight, I'll be honest too. Actually... well, I have one as well."
"You have one too? What do you have?" Charles couldn't quite keep up. He sensed things weren't going the way he'd imagined.
After she spoke, Elizabeth stood up and left the room. She soon returned, leading in a delicate-looking young girl. The girl, only about 1.5 meters tall, leaned obediently into Elizabeth's embrace.
Charles knew her. It was Charlie's daughter—the young girl from three years ago had finally grown up.
